Greg Tirkey Poems

She will feel you in the mist of cloud,
When the sun will down and its head shall be bowed.
Her tears shall appear on the tips of grassy ground,
After the autumn, when the rain makes sound.
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If I were your Love, I've had given you the rain to drenched in,
If I were your Love, I've had given you the wind to feel it,
If I were your Love, I've had given you the stars to mingle with,
If I were your Love, I've had given you the dreams to convert it into reality,
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When I think of my Love.... I think of you,
When I think of my Dreams.... I think of you,
When I think of my Wishes.... I think of you,
When I think of my Happiness.... I think of you,
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I have come from the way of desert,
where I left all my decent art,
There have been long emo in my heart,
which will never be off me impart.
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